That beckoning gesture was painfully conspicuous.
So was the mockery and provocation it represented.
The pilots of the 121 Wind Travelers on the hills all felt their faces burning.
Shang Xiong's cold gaze darkened. He narrowed his eyes at Great Moon Requiem, his hand trembling slightly.
Not from fear, nor from anger, but from the excitement of being about to end a legend.
The undefeated legend of Great Moon Requiem, once piloted by Blazing Sun Jialannuode, was about to end at his hands within the Bapang Principality.
When one legend ended, it marked the beginning of another's rise.
"Lieutenant Colonel Shang, I am willing to lead the charge."
A fiery voice rang through the communications channel.
Shang Xiong glanced over indifferently. It was Su Muhe, captain of the Fourth Squad and one of his outstanding former students.
"Granted."
"Take your team and bring that Great Moon Requiem back... even if only in pieces."
"Yes!"
A cold smile appeared on Su Muhe's face inside the cockpit.
The Seventh Mecha Division Group was the most powerful mecha corps in this nation. At this moment, he would prove himself—and prove it to Princess Yuexi on the other side.
What a pity, Your Highness. Your eyes had already been blinded.
This country had grown too complacent. It could no longer contain the ambitions of men like them, who longed for the vast sea of deep space.
As long as Yue Xi died, they would assist Councilor Lu Lie in taking control of the country.
They would become the founding fathers of the new nation...
No soldier could refuse such glory.
"Die, former king—Great Moon Requiem!"
"Fourth Team, charge!"
Following Su Muhe's impassioned roar, the five light-gray Wind Travelers led by him shot forth like blades drawn from their sheaths, making no effort to conceal